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 Nov 2014 Ghost Writer
Liz King
Kiss
 Nov 2014 Ghost Writer
Liz King
Did you think a kiss
would buy my everlasting affection
that you only needed to caress my skin
and I was yours for life?

A woman needs a man with soul
one who knows how to empathise
who can hear her speak
and leaves her feeling whole

Hands and lips
have a lot of lies to answer for
so I brought my writer wife
(prominently pregnant)
to the hospital
and on her bed, she screamed:
"weren't" "hasn't" "couldn't" "shan't"
"aint" "hadn't" "you're" "isn't"
"aren't" "didn't" "wasn't"
"who's?" "what's?" "he's" "she's"


The doctors were confounded
and they turned to me and they said:
"What the hell is she doing?"

And I replied with double speed
and a violent sense of urgency:
*"Don't you know?
She's having contractions -
she's a writer"
 Nov 2014 Ghost Writer
Elli
we were all kids once
with small hands and big eyes
so full of love and innocence
and I'd be lying if i tell my younger self
to make sure she keeps her innocence
because this harsh world
will **** the life out of you
which is ironic because this is life
but if I were to say a message to my younger self
it would be to keep your heart full
full of love
full of care
and full of happiness
because this world may be harsh
but do not let it diminish the light in your eyes
or **** the curiosity
and maybe that adventurous streak you always have
they will surely call you foolish thinking that
you can keep all these things,
but look around you
you see dead people roaming around
with no fire in their hearts because they drowned
in this sea of madness
do not go with the flow but rather stay on top
and build a boat and sail where you want
don't let the coldness of others
affect you,
but rather let your warmness
affect them
this world is harsh
but that doesn't mean you have to be that way too
(still editing)
 Nov 2014 Ghost Writer
Lucy Tonic
Even as a child
You always had those bright, big eyes
And what I wouldn't give now to see
Those bright, big eyes again
I was never a good match
Still settled just to hear you laugh
But even in your widest smile
Your eyes were fixed on your lost child
How can someone who emits such light
Be magnetized to their demise
I wish I had the chance to tell you
The abyss has stared back at me too
My eyes are too big
I am one with the desserts
Now I must digest
 Nov 2014 Ghost Writer
paodje
Wine
 Nov 2014 Ghost Writer
paodje
Wine, wine is a wonderful drink
"I'm wonderfully drunk", I wonderfully think
"I'll quit my job, drink wine every day!"
Drink red wine and white wine and maybe rosé
For Sober October I'll switch to grape juice
(that's been fermented, and turned into *****)
Won is really a winederful drink
I thunkfully drunk, I'm drunkfully think?
I write a lot about being in the passenger seat,
In cars that are beat up,
Or sometimes they're luxe.
About soft linens and and duvets like winter's best angels,
About smoking Marlboro reds on front porch steps.
About cold and blank mornings.

I write a lot about coffee shops.
Looking out the window and watching passerby's,
Feeling the sonder seep into my bones,
About the ones who smile at me,
Those I don't know,
And those I eventually get to meet.

I write about falling in love,
Getting my heart broken,
*** with strange men,
Which was only one time.  
When I felt loss in my chest and got carried away.

And so I want you to feel me the way I feel all of these things that I can't help but be so obsessed with and I don't know why.
 Nov 2014 Ghost Writer
love me
time heals nothing
time is for healing what cannot be fixed
time is not for healing
time is for forgetting the bruises and marks that left her in shame
time can attempt to heal her
but she can never be mended
the screams of pain will turn into whimpers
the tears will dry
and for a moment everything is as it was before him
but him will change everything
time cannot make her forget
time does nothing but damper the noise
him cannot be forgotten
and time does not change that
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